You know the kind I mean.
But it is true of all honest women, and Lutie appears to be more honest than we suspected.

She had two or three months of you, George, and then came the crash.

You can't tell me that she stopped wanting to be loved by you just as she was loving you the hardest.

She may some day marry another man, but she will never forget that she had you for three months and that they were not enough." "Great Scot!" said George once more, staring open-mouthed at his incomprehensible sister.

"Are you in earnest ?" "Certainly." "Why, she ought to despise me." "Quite true, she should," said Anne coolly.